a sun kissed life

Grandson, I dream of holding your  sweet slumber in my arms. Your hair wild, your eyes luminous. My finger laced in yours. ...

Her rivers pulsate in the veins of my mind, her desert's wilderness on my skin. Her land a piece of my narrative, she thunder...

So honored to be interviewed by Poets United, my peers and my poet community. LIFE OF A POET - AYALA Today, my friends, we...

  Stripped of my vanity I wear you like a crown strands of white downy floating on the sides of my face. Gentle l...

There was a comfort knowing that I could hear  your voice, melt into your arms, watch the shadows cast on your face a...

The mirror shards, sharp as the strands of grey hair, unvarnished  like the redwood trees. You would not recognize the resi...

We turn off the news, to survive the day, yet the faucet leaks through social media. Senseless death revisits daily. we bec...